all in all today wasn’t so bad.

paulina:

I woke up to garrett’s phone call, bright and early. after not going to sleep until roughly 5 or 6 AM. lame because of sleep dep., but it wasn’t so bad at all. it was worth staying up.

then I got ready (but not really) and cancelled my plans since I was going to be late and time just wouldn’t allow it to happen.

I ate a lot of food, then trekked over to kyle’s house to hang out with him for awhile. it was nice seeing him and being around him. I’ve missed it.

then I left his house and went back to mine to start working at 330.

I didn’t end up starting for another hour or so, so I just hung around the house and went on the computer (of course).

clocked in (hahah), and then went to mega with the kids. we ate some good food and then went to target, where mase had a HUGE meltdown and I had to put my serious face on for that one. we had to go out in the car even. he was being absolutely ridiculous and those kids know that lexi don’t mess around when it comes to whiners. naturally I was pissed.

left target, went back home. watched Big Comfy Couch (remember that show?) and made brownies for the fourth. Then we went to coldstone for some ice cream (obviously) and I could barely get halfway finished with the like it size. it was surprising. kind of sad.

then we went home again, and to our surprise, the den mother and father were back from their day of goodness, so I was off the hook and that is all.

Ditto. except for some exceptions.

Got off work at about 4:30AM

home. made some bisquits. got to sleep around 6.

woke up around 12:30. drank gross iced coffee. had the golden minute around 4PM.

got on the bike to work @ 5:40. got to work @ 5:51.

(I forget how long it takes to get to work via bike)

got frustrated when I walked in, but got organized and realized that everyone at work is busting their ass just as much as I am so I felt better. work closed. bought my great co-workers a beer.

got a ride home cuz on the way to work I was ambushed by fuckhead ghetto kids with bottle rockets. got home. tumbled. went to a show. (fatbacks new covers are awesome!)

rode around the hood for a while, but too many fucking kids with rockets. again.

came home. here I am.

wow! I feel like a teenage girl after writing this.

well, maybe I am deep down inside.

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